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  <title>Here&apos;s to Life</title>
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  <title>france love</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;thursday may 28&lt;br /&gt;arrival at the sofitel hotel in miami&lt;br /&gt;-meeting the tredways in the swank lounge&lt;br /&gt;-mama interrogating the tredways&lt;br /&gt;-meeting the rest of the delegation in my room&lt;br /&gt;-meeting my roomies, latifah and taylor. liking them both at the time&lt;br /&gt;-meeting in the exec business room&lt;br /&gt;-discussing official business, itinerary, what we were going to do/see&lt;br /&gt;-dinner and practice debates.&lt;br /&gt;-team BELK -- erik and latifa.&lt;br /&gt;-didnt like erik, he wanted us to completely parrot his opinions.&lt;br /&gt;-getting ready for bed with roomies&lt;br /&gt;-discussing religion with latifa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday May 29th&lt;br /&gt;-brunch with french ambassador&lt;br /&gt;-questioning period&lt;br /&gt;-boring, wanted it to be over&lt;br /&gt;-downtime... explored hotel a bit&lt;br /&gt;-lunch at the cafe...swank &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;-3 pm... flight. 10 hours of my life. spent getting annoyed with kim.&lt;br /&gt;-arrival in paris at CDG, bus ride to livry-gargan. the cutest suburb&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-lunch at the high school, lycee andre boulloche... weird food... met the paris kids and host families&lt;br /&gt;-ate with the popular princesses, jennifer, cecile, monica. they seemed nice but idk. theres always something.&lt;br /&gt;-went home with mama henon and diane. took a shower and took subway into paris with paris kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday May 30&lt;br /&gt;-VERSAILLES&lt;br /&gt;-theres a city outside the palace, taylor, kim, kath, and i are the only ones who bothered to explore it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday May 31&lt;br /&gt;-Sacrecoeur, montmartre&lt;br /&gt;-arc de triomphe&lt;br /&gt;-the musee dorsay is closed on sundays, evidemment&lt;br /&gt;-the notre dame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday June 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday June 2&lt;br /&gt;-USA&amp;nbsp;YOUTH&amp;nbsp;DEBATES =]]]]&lt;br /&gt;-benjamin layani&lt;br /&gt;-our amazing park picnic... LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday June 3&lt;br /&gt;-bisous and au revoirs to paris loves&lt;br /&gt;-off to lycee francois premier for debates&lt;br /&gt;-meeting claire&lt;br /&gt;-eating ratatouille &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-MY&amp;nbsp;AMAZING&amp;nbsp;HOUSE :D&lt;br /&gt;-dance show love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday June 4&lt;br /&gt;-holocaust talk&lt;br /&gt;-noisy le sec. proof that ghetto people exist even in france&lt;br /&gt;-touring the chateau in fontainebleau... oh boring.&lt;br /&gt;-some sort of... banquet on our behalf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday June 5&lt;br /&gt;bus ride to caen. arrival. meeting mommy.&lt;br /&gt;crepes at mommy&apos;s cousins, beach at caen. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday June 6&lt;br /&gt;OBAMA!!!&amp;nbsp;O DEAR&amp;nbsp;GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday June 7&lt;br /&gt;mont st. michel&lt;br /&gt;san malo, crepes for 2 euro?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday June 8&lt;br /&gt;shopping in caen... rainy rainy...stay at the holiday inn express&lt;br /&gt;-confession!!! pissing off the christians&lt;br /&gt;-our insane hotel dance party, complete with the rude entrance of john tredway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday June 9&lt;br /&gt;plane ride quality time with taonga, kim, and princess patel&lt;br /&gt;early flight...arrival late afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type=&quot;_moz&quot; /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 23:16:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>superglued souls</title>
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  <description>love in the dark&lt;br /&gt;two souls with no foresight&lt;br /&gt;we forget who are&lt;br /&gt;in transition from dark to night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can we describe our love now&lt;br /&gt;like a collision in a downtown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish we could be like we were&lt;br /&gt;cuz i&apos;m so sure i was happy&lt;br /&gt;so sure i was happy then.&lt;br /&gt;but we have come down so low&lt;br /&gt;at least i knew you loved me&lt;br /&gt;at least i knew you loved me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how the seasons have changed,&lt;br /&gt;as time pressures what we are&lt;br /&gt;our love is just not the seem&lt;br /&gt;the real thing seems so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we&apos;re stuck in the in between&lt;br /&gt;we can&apos;t stay and we can&apos;t leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish we could be like we were&lt;br /&gt;cuz i&apos;m so sure i was happy&lt;br /&gt;so sure i was happy then.&lt;br /&gt;we&apos;ve come down so low&lt;br /&gt;do you know how come&lt;br /&gt;where did we get our joy from&lt;br /&gt;at least i knew we had it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m unsure&lt;br /&gt;that the glue and the paperclips&lt;br /&gt;do this time&lt;br /&gt;we are forward&lt;br /&gt;and backward &lt;br /&gt;but never at the same time&lt;br /&gt;not in sync and i miss&lt;br /&gt;being with you and it being enough&lt;br /&gt;and its rough&lt;br /&gt;to be tested and tested again&lt;br /&gt;at least i knew you loved me then.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 06:03:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>and this is art.</title>
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  <description>his father was a drinker&lt;br /&gt;and his mother cried in bed&lt;br /&gt;folding john wayne&apos;s t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;when a swing set hit his head&lt;br /&gt;his neighbors, they adored him&lt;br /&gt;for his humour and his conversation&lt;br /&gt;look underneath the house there&lt;br /&gt;find the few living things&lt;br /&gt;rotting fast, in their sleep of the dead&lt;br /&gt;twenty-seven people, even more&lt;br /&gt;they were boys.&lt;br /&gt;with their cars, summer jobs,&lt;br /&gt;oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;john wayne gacy jr.&quot; sufjan fucking genius stevens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. The Awakening by Kate Chopin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I love you,&quot; she whispered, &quot; only you, no one but you. It was you who awoke me last summer out of a life-long, stupid dream. Oh! you have made me so unhappy with your indifference. Oh! I have suffered, suffered. Now you are here we shall love each other, my Robert. We shall be everything to each other. Nothing else in the world is of any consequence...&quot; pg.179&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Despondency had come upon her there in the wakeful night, and had never lifted. There was no one thing in the world that she desired. There was no human being whom she wanted near her except Robert; and she even realized that the day would come when he, too, and the thought of him would melt out of her existence, leaving her alone....The water of the Gulf stretched out before her, gleaming with the million lights of the sun. The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamouring, ,murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.&quot; pgs. 188-189&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just things that make me kinda happy.</description>
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